Little youth get a spin us but the yam a miss nuh
Bottle up, rub a little, heart a muh brother miss nuh
Yeah, yeah
Cause I'm a fianna the youth
Accept pain with a smile like the enemy youth
Can't talk bout win if you nuh ready fi lose me
I'm a problem player so like dem never will move
The past nah left dawg
Can't get out, bullet toon like stretch mark
Pain when me see the tattoo pon mu neck part
Me murder love and go shoot up your dead yard
Yeah, yeah
I'ma figure out the past when it's still inna mu skin
The tattoos and the scars, everything